He couldn’t count his last breaths. He was tired.
Physically but not mentally. His loved ones formed a protective shield. Love,
sympathy, prayers and food overflowed. He didn’t have the stamina to tell them
that he was “okay”. So, along with his age he gracefully accepted everything
that came his way. “Is there anything that you would want us to do grandpa?”
questioned Hari. “Ah, I wish I had few of you with me before. I want one good
story to be told for the rest of my life and beyond. Take that pen and note
down the title please”. “Sure” said Hari. “Words don’t die”. Hari wrote it down
and looked at his smiling grandpa who said “and I will live”. He lived, died
and lived gracefully.
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